The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 85

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Chapter 85

A brief waiting time.

For Cheongun, it was a rather meaningful time to feel the energy of this Jongnam.

Indeed, when coming to Daoist sects, there’s that feeling of becoming somehow clear and serene.

The tea, rough but carefully brewed by hand, was bringing peace to his mind and body.

“Seeing how cautious he is, that Daoist master seems to know something.”

Wariness born from ignorance.

It’s the most fundamental thing.

Being wary of the unknown is the same even for mere creatures.

“The tea is quite good.”

The tea, refined and refined again, suits his taste quite well.

Though much time has passed in this life, thinking of the tree root tea he used to drink in his previous life, it seems similar to that.

Enjoying the tea was only momentary.

The voice of that Daoist from earlier can be heard.

“May I come in for a moment?”

“Yes. Please do so.”

The Daoist who soon revealed himself still didn’t seem to particularly welcome Cheongun.

“Please understand. With so many unusual incidents lately, we cannot easily let outsiders in.”

“I see.”

“May I ask a few things?”

“Please inquire.”

If it was leisure time for Cheongun to feel Jongnam’s energy, for the Daoist it was time to organize what he should ask.

“Where are you from?”

“Cheongeumjang.”

“…Hmm? Cheongeumjang? Are you an escort or something?”

“No.”

Cheongun took out the token he had prepared earlier and showed it.

“This is… the Patriarch’s token?”

Was the young man before him the Patriarch of Cheongeumjang?

No wonder, he had an air of nobility and wealth that made it difficult to see him as simply a warrior.

“I am the Patriarch’s guard.”

“…Ah. I see.”

The Daoist, who had shown a momentarily disappointed look, continued speaking with a hardened expression.

“Did you think I would believe that?”

“It would be good if you did.”

“…Hah, what an audacious fellow. But why has the Patriarch come out into Gangho, even acting as a guard?”

This was his greatest curiosity.

There’s no one who doesn’t know the name of Cheongeumjang.

Many of the great sects of Gangho do business with Cheongeumjang.

Even holding the world’s gold in his grasp, is his greed still not satisfied?

That’s how it had to appear to the Daoist’s eyes.

As overflowing with material desire.

“Everyone has their own circumstances, don’t they?”

“That’s what I’m telling you to explain.”

Now is the time.

At this point, he should show his displeasure precisely, and this is the right moment for it.

“Though I somewhat understand what you’re concerned about, Daoist Master, I didn’t think I’d be treated this way after saving your disciples’ lives.”

“…You’re right. I apologize.”

“What do you want from me? Do you want me to just leave?”

Cheongun spoke while looking straight at the Daoist with slightly furrowed brows.

As if he was displeased with being questioned like an interrogation, and couldn’t understand receiving such treatment.

“Did you truly discover my disciple by chance while passing by?”

“I was originally on my way to Shandong.”

“Shandong? Shandong…”

Isn’t that a place where nothing special happens?

He couldn’t understand why Cheongeumjang’s Patriarch was wandering around without guards, and now the destination was Shandong.

Isn’t that quite a distance?

“I met the two disciples at an inn. After that, I encountered them at the place where they were being attacked.”

“Hmm… I understand. I apologize.”

If he’s Cheongeumjang’s Patriarch, he’s certainly someone to build connections with in advance.

‘I heard rumors that he was ill, but it was all false rumors.’

He had expected as much, but what exactly had he been doing?

He wondered if he had been making human sacrifices or something.

For someone not even twenty to display such martial prowess.

“I’ll accept appropriate spiritual medicine as compensation.”

“Hmm…?”

The Daoist showed a surprised expression.

Building connections was necessary for this side too, but certainly Cheongeumjang felt the same.

Especially if he was someone who would become the future patriarch.

“Why do you make such an expression? I’m trying to settle our debt with something appropriate.”

“Isn’t that unnecessary pride?”

At those words, Cheongun burst into laughter.

“How amusing. Isn’t this what you wanted? I didn’t know you were such a worldly person.”

“Worldly? Haha.”

The Daoist also burst into laughter, then erased that smile and answered.

“If I can protect this place, I can become as worldly as needed.”

Perfect.

Paradoxically, this was the answer Cheongun had hoped for.

“It seems you’ve finished your verification.”

“…Hah. Amazing. Truly amazing. Is merchant blood still merchant blood? Your schemes run deep.”

“I also cherish my connection with Jongnam. Just as my father does.”

“I don’t quite like that it’s not just Jongnam. But that can’t be helped. You’re a merchant after all.”

A smile spreads across the Daoist’s face.

It was a smile in the pure sense.

“Welcome to Jongnam. I am called Josaeung.”

Josaeung.

It’s a name he remembers hearing.

Called Jongnam’s First Sword, and the Patriarch’s priest.

During the Jeongma Great War, he was also someone who directly supported Gonglun.

“Aren’t you the Patriarch’s priest?”

“Oh? You know me?”

So Jinhwarin and Jewunhwi’s master was Josaeung.

He had wondered why the two had different surnames, but if they were Josaeung’s disciples, it made sense.

He was also someone not bound by such conventions.

“I pay my respects to the Jingin.”

“That’s enough. I apologize again for my rudeness. Since you saved my disciple’s life, I needed to judge more carefully.”

“I understand.”

“It’s something to be grateful for, not just to my disciples, but to me as well. How shall I repay this kindness?”

For a master in his later years, the most important thing is the disciples who will inherit everything he has built, along with the place he has devoted himself to.

Josaeung had three disciples in total.

Jinhwarin and Jewunhwi.

And lastly, there was the eldest who had entered the Closed Courtyard.

“No. Even now, I believe this is something I must rightfully do.”

“Haha. You don’t need to hide yourself so much. Apart from that martial prowess, don’t you have merchant blood? In my view, it already seems…”

Josaeung, who had trailed off for a moment, soon continued his words.

“The calculations appear to be all finished.”

“What calculations could there be? They keep changing constantly.”

“Haha, I see. Stay as you please. You are already a guest of Zhongnan.”

It seems I’m not yet a friend or benefactor.

Still, this level of gain was quite appropriate.

After all, this was none other than the Patriarch’s disciple.

“Ah, and my two disciples want to see you again. Especially Unhwi, since he’s a child who hasn’t traveled Gangho much, he must have received quite a shock this time.”

“Is that so? The way he bought time to let his Sajeo escape. And how he returned again for such a Sajeo. It was impressive.”

“…Such a thing happened?”

It seems he didn’t know.

They probably hid it to avoid a scolding, but wasn’t that the right thing to do?

Though both nearly lost their lives.

“The deep bond between the disciples was impressive.”

“Whew…I see. I won’t scold them.”

That brief moment Jewunhwi had earned.

Without that, Jinhwarin might have lost her life.

“Since you are now a guest of Zhongnan, everyone will welcome you. Probably Hwarin or Unhwi will help guide you around.”

“Understood. Then, may I look around for a while?”

“Of course.”

As I came outside, I could hear voices from one corner.

“Sajeo! Why did you come back again?”

“…Then how could I go alone, leaving Sajeo behind?”

“You really could have died, you know?”

“That was the same for Sajeo, wasn’t it?”

Their bickering was quite impressive in its own way.

“You two. What are you doing?”

“Ah, benefactor.”

“You asked us not to call you benefactor…”

“Wouldn’t it be fine to call you Young Hero?”

The debt owed is too great to call me Young Hero.

“The title Great Hero likewise cannot be easily bestowed. It would rather become a laughingstock.”

“Ah…understood. Young Hero Wun.”

“Young Hero Wun. Did your conversation with Daoist Master go well? Though he’s my master, he can be quite particular…”

“Yes. Since I saved both your lives with my meager skills, he gives me appropriate treatment.”

“Me, meager, you say!”

“That’s preposterous.”

I can see they don’t know what to do with themselves.

It’s probably because they still lack experience.

Though Jewunhwi was young, Jinhwarin was still far from reaching adulthood.

An age slightly younger than even Cheongun.

“By the way, how long has it been since you became Jingin’s disciples?”

“Ah, originally Daoist Master didn’t take disciples. But then he took Saheong and me first, and later took Sajeo.”

It’s quite unique indeed.

For someone who originally didn’t take disciples to suddenly take three.

There must have been some event that caused a change of heart.

“I’ll guide you around. It’s modest, but it’s a large place, so it would be difficult without a guide.”

It seems she doesn’t want to discuss more stories related to disciples.

“Understood. Then, I’ll ask for your help.”

Jinhwarin and Jewunhwi’s standing in Zhongnan was quite high.

Perhaps because of that, I could walk around quite freely.

Since they were disciples brought in by the Patriarch’s disciple, their standing would naturally be high.

While receiving guidance and walking through Zhongnan’s interior, Jewunhwi, who had briefly left, appeared again.

“Sajeo! Sajeo!”

“Sajeo? What’s the matter?”

“Saheong has come out of the Closed Courtyard!”

“Oh, really?”

From their reaction, they seem to follow their Saheong very well.

“I’m fine, so it would be good for you to go see Saheong.”

“No. I think it would be good if Young Hero came along too. I’d like to introduce you.”

Since you’re the benefactor who saved the lives of herself and her Sajeo, it would be strange not to introduce you to Saheong.

Since Cheongun had also formed good relationships with the two disciples and their master, it seemed good to expand that range to include their Saheong, so he accompanied them.

The Closed Courtyard.

Cheongun had no experience with closed-door training.

However, wouldn’t his previous life itself be closed-door training, if anything?

Following the two Taoists like that, I could see a man in shabby clothes heading toward Jingin’s chamber.

“Saheong!”

“Ah, Samae. Sajeo.”

What mysterious eyes.

Those who have gained enlightenment often show such eyes.

Perhaps he gained some enlightenment just a while ago?

And after finishing organizing his thoughts about it, I could glimpse an elated look in his eyes.

“And beside you is…”

“I am called Wun.”

“…Ah! I heard about you. That you’re the benefactor who saved Samae and Sajeo’s lives.”

“I merely did what had to be done.”

“Isn’t this a world where many don’t uphold such things?”

With eyes filled with gratitude, he extends his hand first.

“I am called Jowi.”

“…I am Wun.”

Jowi…?

Something flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

‘Is it just the same name?’

I couldn’t judge hastily yet.

Just as I was thinking that.

“…Samae. Wait with Sajeo. I’ll greet Daoist Master and come out.”

“Ah, yes. Saheong.”

That’s right.

The same person.

Whether this is good fortune or misfortune, I’ll need to watch and see.

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